In the endless years of waiting and the watching
She deemed that shadow length must soon diminish,
That patience and quaint ethical endeavour
Would forestall gloom, reverse the trends and finish
The weary task of sentinel to living,
Abhorrence to the task, so bleak, in hand,
To reap the harvest of the ghouls untethered,
Slaughterhouse to wicked in the land.
Apparent cloak of grey and cowled hood,
A swish of semi-darkness in the night,
Double-edged the scythe to strangulating outgrowth
Whose vindictiveness and cruelty served to fright.
Thus it was the temptress became woman,
Woman tempered, raged with blood red eyes,
Reaper to the violators, this her charging,
Stalked she now mid murderers and lies.
A potent sort of woman with a mission,
Stilled in womb, cut open for the lives,
Challenger to death by haughty ingress,
Harbinger of justice to despised.
Avenger of the children, every mother,
Every father, every soul who seeks the light,
Partaker of the flesh of idle flavour,
Vampire to the wraiths of soulless sight.
Suckled on the teat of terror driven
By hardness, hubris, hierarchies and hell,
Behold the woman, Mother Earth, anew created,
Anointed in the bowels of ne’erdowell.